Chapter Five
“Cassie. Stop staring,” teased Jamey Sinclaire as she stepped out of Dottie’s food truck. “You look like a wolf tracking its prey. A very hungry wolf,” she added, her voice laced with laughter.
Cassie dragged her gaze from where Parker stood talking to his buddies several yards away, face heating. “I wasn’t staring. I was thinking.” About how sexy he looked in his station pants and navy fire department tee. The way he filled out a shirt was drool worthy.
She’d barely seen Parker since the night in Hutch. The next afternoon, air attack had been called to drop buckets on another fire that had sprung up to the west, and Parker and his crew had stayed in Hutchinson another four days for mop-up. He might be a sight for sore eyes, but her libido was salsa dancing through her body
